Where the Sidewalk Ends

I am at a loss for words today, so instead of writing a post I’m going to share one of my favorite childhood poems with you. Happy Tuesday! :)

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

Hi, Saw you today on the Rachel Ray show. Amazing how much weight you lost and I want to do the same. I start something and then never follow through with it. Maybe you could share some tips or you might have already done that on your blog. I just saw and heard your story today so just wanted to say that you look great. I am 45 and the weight seems to be harder to maintain at my age. I think I will buy the book though, it looks better than others I’ve seen. Thanks and keep up the good work.